| I’m the beer rational outta national
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| My cash flow is thick like mashed potato-oes in the gravy
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| Wsup wavy, thanks to my homey King Tee-la
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| The host wit the most, Im coast to coast like Aunt Peela
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| The Cowboys beat the Steelers so nigga where’s my $ 50
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| Boom bap to your cap if your eyes is lookin shiftee
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| In this game of rappin your ass will never win
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| And let you play b-b rickers wit Quik, Suge and Mack 10
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| Who need to come join these words like conjunction
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| A friend before I bring the end to your bodily functions
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| When I speak I go deep, like when I’m stabbin it
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| You comin up empty like your Mother Hubbard’s cabinet
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| Cause you keep comin wit rhymes done so cheaply
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| Example is the school of mankind niggas so peep me
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| You Range-Rovin, Tommy Hil and bustin Glocks
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| While I’m in the studio bustin lyrics in my socks
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| And the A-C is broken, no jokin
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| We got the rum without the coke in
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| The fuckin DAT machine is smokin
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| The pizza still ain’t here, we out of beer
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| And I think this motherfuckin engineer is a queer
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| And my dip is blowin up my hip whats up honey
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| (eh J-Ro the land lord really wants his money)
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| AWW shit
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| Contents under pressure
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| Contents under pressure
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| I hope for the best and expect the worst
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| Get stress off my chest everytime I bust a verse
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| I hope for the best and expect the worst
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| Get stress off my chest everytime I bust a verse
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| Ain’t no describin'
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| The way that Tash be feelin' when he’s vibin'
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| Be feelin like a deadly secret agent on assignment
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| Dont fuck wit microfilms, I want the microphones and tables
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| That some niggas stole while I was at a meeting wit my label
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| 'Cause Tash will rock your cradle wit the fatal rhymes that pound
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| Put you down cuz your lyrics suck more than Divine Brown
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| While I’m off that Royal Crown gettin party at the Atmospheric
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| Wit the 40's and the Hennesy to get yall in the spirit
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| So bounce to the lyrics of the noble Likwit warrior
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| Get the stress out or try to maintain like X and Gloria
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| Poundin' your surroundin' stuffin at you from the Liks
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| Styles harder to decode than grafitti on the bricks
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| So read my tag and weep, while I drive you off the deep
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| Wit the Alkie style that rock you and made Quantum wanna leap
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| Cuz Tash in the streets plays for keeps on micros
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| Its the never ending quest for west coast rap titles
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| Contents under pressure
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| Contents under pressure
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| I hope for the best and expect the worst
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| Get stress off my chest everytime I bust a verse
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| I hope for the best and expect the worst
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| Get stress off my chest everytime I bust a verse
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| Yo I walk in the place, kicks un-laced
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| Wit a bitter beer face, (and a 40?) naw a whole case
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| Wit flows like these, we not your average MC’s
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| We be the drunken masters of ceremonies
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| These rappers come out hard then turn fake like rayon
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| Put I choose to stick to the streets like a crayon
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| In order to go pop, we’d have to stop comin' fresher
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| Contents under pressure
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| And there ain’t no tellin when we bout to explode
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| Like tall cans in the freezer when they get too cold
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| We gotta title to hold, west coast ghetto gold
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| More than half a million know these beats got soul
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| We still under pressure, that’s my motivation
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| To let this drunk technique leak throughout the nation
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| I’m stressed out, for weeks wit no sleep
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| And no roll in the studio cuz I know this shits gotta blow
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| When you see me on the mic we go buck for buck
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| We only battle decent niggas, so be glad y’all suck
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| Cause if I take ten steps and turn around I’ll destroy ya
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| Cause my style be up in niggas like I’m Oscar De La Hoya
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| The crew you got before ya, Tash the top gunner
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| So try to stay on float while the current pulls you under
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| Cause read what it stands fool, Liks on the bulletin
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| Wit skills they couldn’t teach your ass at Cal State Fulleton
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| I’m in the zone like the Bulls at home
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| Wit mad stains on my shirt from all the beer and foam
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| Cause the crew wit all the brew, buries squads like treasures
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| Wit the Hennessy and Coke tryin' to deal wit life’s pressure
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| Contents under pressure
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| Contents under pressure
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| I hope for the best and expect the worst
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| Get stress off my chest everytime I bust a verse
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| I hope for the best and expect the worst
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| Get stress off my chest everytime I bust a verse |